| When I was five
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| We’d get up at four
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| And drive on down to the Cornwall shore
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| Our holidays had come at last
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| They came real slow and went by fast
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| Well, just one week, that’s all we had
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| Then back to work went mom and dad
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| Happy to be, swimmin' in the sea
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| The seagulls yell
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| You’re getting near
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| We’d waited patiently all year
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| And we hadn’t slept a wink all night
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| White faces in the morning light
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| I see the sea my sister cried
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| The seaside we’d soon be beside
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| Happy to be, swimmin' in the sea
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| Down to the sand
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| With our bucket and our spade
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| Behind our yellow wind barricade
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| We’d bury dad up to his chin
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| On with our trunks we’d jump right in
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| 'Round our waist a rubber ring
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| And on each arm a water wing
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| Happy to be, swimmin' in the sea
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| It’s so cold
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| And rainin' too
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| We’d stay all day
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| Till our lips turned blue
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| Only a week
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| It wasn’t fair
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| We’re on holiday, holiday, holiday
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| And we don’t care!
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| In every pool
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| Stranded by the tide
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| Clams and fishes under seaweed hide
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| We’d catch them all in a fishin' net
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| As close to heaven as a kid could get
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| We’d dream of smugglers and pirate ships
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| Lunch was ice cream and a bag of chips
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| Happy to be swimmin' in the sea
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| Now to a kid of five
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| That rocky shore
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| Was a magical place full of tales and lore
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| Now the seagulls call once more to me
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| Hey come on back to the Cornish Sea
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| Now by the water by the foam
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| Just one more week and I’m going home
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| Happy to be, happy to be, happy to be, swimmin' in the sea
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| I’m swimmin' in the sea
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| I’m swimmin' in the sea
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| I’m swimmin' in the sea |